In my mind, I have seen,
The Monster who’s ever been,
Hiding in the closet of my soul,
Waiting to consume me, whole.
I have tried to fight him,in his infancy,
Using the sword of cold meritocracy,
He wins each time,whispering in my ear,
“I am, what you will become dear.”
I have tried to reason with him,appealed to his heart,
He laughs, “My heart is your heart,”
“Ask it, what it yearns,what it longs for!”
And now I know, I have already lost the war.
Days go by, the Monster thrashes to come out, at any pretence,
I try to mount my one last valiant defence,
Drugs go down the drain, so does the alchohol,
I need to kill him, once and for all.
He laughs at my optimism, calls it naive,
“You are riding out on penance’s one last wave,
I shall forever be waiting, ready to pounce,
Give back the Dark Prince, his world, ounce by ounce.”
“You shall become what you are destined to be,
A Monster, hated by all, for eternity,
That will be your sacrifice for humanity,
That they may sleep peacefully, while you are banished to Hell, for all posterity.”